Chapter 705 The Desire for the Iron Sword (Part 2)

The second master of the Tang family has a handsome face.

But when he habitually laughs silently, it always seems exaggerated and comical.

Wang Po didn't like his way of laughing, because it made him feel very obscure, as if he was hiding a lot of invisible emotions.

Many years ago, when he first arrived in Wenshui and saw each other for the first time in the Tang family's ancestral hall, he didn't like him.

The second master of the Tang family at that time looked at the ragged Wang Po, his eyes slightly turned, and he smiled silently, just like looking at a wild dog on the street or a poor relative who came to take shelter from the rain under the fence.

At that time, Wang Po looked at his face and felt an extremely strong impulse or desire.

He wanted to swing the iron knife in his hand and smash the face and smile of the second master of the Tang family to pieces.

But for the sake of Mr. Tang and the job of Mr. Accountant, he did not take action.

So this desire has remained deep in his heart, and it has not weakened at all after many years.

To this day, when he saw the second master of the Tang family pushing out the door of the teahouse on the street, with a shameless and silent smile on his handsome face, Wang Po could no longer suppress his impulse.

The favor is indeed as great as a mountain, but his iron sword has been thirsty for too long.

So, he swung the iron sword.

In Wenshui, when they were both young, he failed to break the sarcastic smile on the face of the second master of the Tang family. That was because he didn't want to fight, he was enduring it.

Now he doesn't want to endure it anymore and wants to hit, so he can hit it naturally.

The Tang family's secret Ten Thousand Gold Leaf Body Technique was indeed difficult to capture and extremely mysterious, but in Wang Po's eyes, it was nothing.

In the second month of his stay in Wenshui, Mr. Tang went to the tent house and personally taught him this movement technique.

He didn't need to draw the sword, the iron sword was still in the sheath, and he could beat the second master of the Tang family until he was speechless.

The second master of the Tang family was sitting in the snow, with blood everywhere on his face and indescribable resentment in his eyes.

"We, the Tang family, want to protect your life... Since you don't care and want to die, then go ahead and die."

Wang Po stood up, held the iron sword again, and hit him, which naturally showed that he rejected the Wenshui Tang family's request.

If he wanted to kill Zhou Tong with Chen Changsheng, he would have to fight Tieshu head-on.

"It hasn't started yet, how can you say you're going to die?"

Wang Po looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "This is why you are not as good as me, not as good as Xun Mei, not as good as Xiao Zhang and the others."

The beginning of this era of wildflower blooms has some amazing names written on it.

Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De...

Few people still remember that at the very beginning, there was another person named Tang on this list.

"They are just like you. They are inferior to me in terms of talent and opportunities. They have never been able to catch up with me, but they have not given up and are always catching up."

Wang Po's eyes fell on the end of the snow street.

He knew Xiao De was there and Xiao Zhang might show up too.

Liang Wangsun took refuge and returned to Xunyang City, but Xunmei would never appear again.

"Cultivation and fighting are the same thing. The outcome cannot be determined until the last moment. In the end, Xun Mei caught up with me in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, and Xiao Zhang still has a possibility."

Wang Po withdrew his gaze, looked at the second master of the Tang family and said: "And you fought with me in Wenshui that year. You felt that you could never be my opponent, so you turned to guessing people's hearts and learning strategies... Then It means admitting defeat. From that moment on, you have become a waste, you will never be able to defeat me again, and you will be inferior to me in this life."

The second master of the Tang family was stunned and looked confused.

Wang Po's voice was calm, without any deliberate mockery, he was just making a calm and objective judgment.

But everyone can hear a feeling from these words, a feeling of condescension.

Because his words were filled with the word invincible.

This is the strong one.

For those opponents who are equally famous in the world, Wang Po may be at a higher level, but he absolutely cannot crush them.

For example, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.

But in real battles, he has never been defeated, and often wins by overwhelming force.

It's because he is so much higher in terms of momentum, will, mentality, and understanding of the world and his own heart.

Looking at Wang Po, Tieshu looked appreciative and felt a lot of emotion.

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for decades, but who can have such a big lead over the strong men of the same generation and have such courage in those years?

Not to mention, these decades were a time when wild flowers were in full bloom, and countless talented ascetics sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Wang Po, however, used a knife to suppress the strong men or geniuses of this generation until they could hardly breathe and find it difficult to stand out.

Except for Zhou Du|fu, no one has ever done something similar.

Appreciation and emotion will ultimately lead to the vigilance and uneasiness of the entire world.

This is why Zhu Luo wanted Wang Po to die even if he died.

Since Wang Po was not prepared to follow the advice of the Tang family in Wenshui, then of course he would kill Wang Po, and he was even a little anxious to kill Wang Po.

Just like that day in Tanzhe Temple.

Because now, he is either Biyanhong or Wuxianbi, and he still has the ability to kill Wang Po.

What if it doesn’t happen sooner, if it takes a few more days, if it snows twice more?

In a few days, if there is another two snowfalls, maybe they won't be able to kill Wang Po.

This realization is very disturbing.

Even the starry sky covering the human world will tremble and be uneasy.

By that time, will there really be a second Zhou Du|husband in the world?

No, even if it is just an idea, this is not allowed.

Tieshu looked at Wang Po and said, "Sorry."

Whether it was the oath in the starry sky, bullying the young with the big, bullying the young with the old, or saying that the human race would lose a future giant, it was all worthy of his apology.

Wang Po did not respond to his apology, because in his opinion, he might not lose this battle today.

Yes, the entire continent will not think that he will win, even if he is Wang Po.

But he doesn't think so.

Because the night rain in Xunyang City was very fast, the fallen leaves in Tanzhe Temple were beautiful, and the cold willows on the bank of Luoshui River were heavy like fog, but they could no longer cover his eyes.

Wang Po raised his iron sword and pointed it at the iron tree, his movements smooth and simple.

The iron sword trembled slightly.

That is not fear, but the desire to fight and the courage to challenge.

It had been many days since Tanzhe Temple to Snow Street, and he had not made a single move.

Everyone knows that the next sword will be the most powerful sword in his life.

There was only a table between him and Tieshu. Logically speaking, if he raised his knife, he would touch Tieshu's clothes.

But when he raised the knife, it seemed as if there was a big river between them, so far away that the iron knife could not touch Tieshu's clothes.

Is this long distance the distance between the sacred realm and the human world?

Can his iron sword ignore this distance and land on the starry sky?

Nobody knows.

When Wang Po doesn't draw his sword, there are endless possibilities.

When he draws the sword, it means that infinite possibilities collapse into a truth.

The whole world is waiting to see the only truth. I don't know who will be unable to bear this truth in the next moment.

At this moment, Tieshu made a choice.

The choice is simple but represents hundreds of years of experience.

He chose to take action.

Don't let Wang Po draw his sword.

He decided not to give Wang Po a chance to draw his sword at all.

No matter what the truth behind this stab was, he didn't want to see it again.

Because he originally wanted to kill Wang Po, not take Wang Po's sword.

When he decides to strike first, no one can do it faster than him.

Unless his opponent is also a strong man in the sacred realm, or is a sanctified Xu Yourong or Nanke.

Wang Po is not.

Therefore, Tieshu's hand fell on Wang Po's knife first.

At this time, Wang Po's sword was still unsheathed.

The snow falling from the sky suddenly stopped.

A crack of thunder echoed through the long street.

The buildings on both sides of the street were all reduced to rubble.

The countless pieces of snow still in the sky also turned into powder.

The smoke disappeared, the street was empty, and Wang Po and Tieshu disappeared without a trace.

The thunder did not disappear, but continued and continued.

Finally it landed in Luoshui.